Friday I finished my dreaded physics class and took off for my mom's for the night. A three hour drive that ended with not being able to get my keys out of the ignition. Though frustrating (and plan ruining) my plans were switched to meeting my mom and her boyfriend and my little brother for dinner. Of course, my keys were easily removed from the ignition with difficulty (that time) and I was embraced in the arms of my eight year old brother. At first, I thought: "Well great; I'm not making it to that party now.", but the warm, welcoming hug around my neck from my brother reminded just how wonderful it feels to feel the love of a child-- especially a sibling. The truth is, he's probably the most important person to me in the world. As we are 12 years apart, we don't have many things in common and my mom frequently tells her friends she "has two only children". I worry about my future in college, exercise, running, parties with friends, twelve page papers, reference pages, due dates, and grades while my brother worries about snack time, Wii, xBox, swimming in the pool, ABC order, and if pizza is acceptable for breakfast. I have always seen these differences, but I know we have at least one thing in common-- Love. From the moment my brother entered this world, I have loved him from his head to his toes. There's something magnificent about watching a little brother grow and to grow with him. I'm amazed by this little guy more and more each day. I helped teach him how to tie his shoes, search Google, and make his bed (which he doesn't like to do-- go figure).
We may not have a lot in common, but we have our Sibling Love and damn if that ain't something that's magnificent in itself. I'll always looked forward to that welcoming hug, the yelling "Love ya" through the house, and the "LA" that greets me as I walk through the front door.
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